Welcome to Hyperion Records, an independent British classical label devoted to presenting high-quality recordings of music of all styles and from all periods from the twelfth century to the twenty-first.

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Let the night perish; cursed be the morn Wherein ’twas said: there is a manchild born! Let not the Lord regard that day, but shroud Its fatal glory in some sullen cloud. May the dark shades of an eternal night Exclude the least kind of beam of dawning light; Let unborn babes, as in the womb they lie, If it be mentioned, give a groan, and die; No sounds of joy therein shall charm the ear, No sun, no moon, no twilight stars appear, But a thick veil of gloomy darkness wear. Why did I not, when first my mother’s womb Discarded me, thence drop down into my tomb? Then had I been at quiet, and mine eyes Had slept and seen no sorrow; there the wise And subtle counsellor, the potentate, Who for themselves built palaces of state, Lie hush’d in silence; there’s no midnight cry Caus’d by oppression and the tyranny Of wicked rulers; here the weary cease From labour, here the pris’ner sleeps in peace; The rich, the poor, the monarch and the slave Rest undisturb’d and no distinction have Within the silent chambers of the grave.